GARY
Doubt clouded my initial assessment of her feelings, but as her nervousness unfolded and I observed her hands tremble, a revelation dawned. Rising from my seat, I gently clasped her hand, casting aside uncertainty. 'Do you love me?' I inquired, detecting a momentary hesitation. Silence spoke volumes, confirming my suspicions. Seizing the unspoken truth, I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to hers. The softness of her lips yielded an intoxicating sensation, affirming an unspoken connection between us.